Love Shielded Risue

Kania's homecoming.

Somewhere else...

"I'm sorry sir, when we injected chemotherapy drugs into Ms. Kania's veins. His body responds to rejection. The patient had a seizure for a moment, before finally being unconscious. For now Kania's mother was declared in a coma" said a male doctor to Akhri who immediately felt weak when he learned of his wife's condition.

"Ko– comma?"

"Yes sir, we'll see in 2 X 24 hours. If the patient is able to awaken then he has passed the critical period. But if not?" The doctor was silent for a moment, "I hope the patient's family can accept it if the patient finally leaves."

Not long after the doctor came to his conclusion. Kania's mother immediately fell unconscious. Snapping, Hamid also broke it, bringing the mother to sit in a long chair. He himself felt his chest crumble dimly, when he heard the condition of his sister.

Not ready for her to lose Kania, but if that is her destiny. However he refuses, fate will continue. Who can resist death? Hamid beristighfar crying.

Akhri thanked him, then slightly dragged his steps limp when the doctor returned to the isolation room.

"Antum who is patient.we pray together. Nia can definitely get through her critical period," Hamid tried to cheer up. Not just for Akhri who only responds with a nod of the head. Down while closing his eyes. But trying to strengthen his own heart as well, and the mother who was half conscious crying while making out to call Kania's name.

Akhri sighed, trying to strengthen his heart.he also chose to pray Sunnah while offering prayers. After Hamid and his mother.

Ummi Salma who was at home with the children of Akhri was also informed. Until the prayer event with the santri after the magrib was held at the mosque Abdul Aziz. For the sake of praying the condition of Kania who is in a coma.

The feeling of sadness seemed to spread in Husein's heart. The seven-year-old boy remained silent in the room. He embraced his mushaf, after memorizing a few verses.

"Ummi–" His Issue. Before this he had heard the santri hold a joint prayer for his Ummi. Scared him to hear the next news, while his little heart was already guessing. Bad things will happen.

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Back to the hospital...

Akhri sat while chanting the holy Quran at the side of his wife. A recording device and a heart pump are attached. Previously, doctors said two possibilities that will occur. That is to expect the miracle of Kania can improve, or on the contrary his body gave up, and the doctor will release the medical device.

It's been three hours since Kania was declared into a coma, the body that is getting thinner still has not given any sign of him will be human. Sometimes Akhri pauses his reading only to kiss Kania's hand while crying.

Because, a flash of memory of himself with Nia who suddenly flashed. During the household, such as no fun deeds that he gave to women who had sacrificed their bodies to conceive and breastfeed their children.

"Nia, Brother, I'm sorry, yeah... You can't be happy yet." Akhri rubbed that calm face. Unable to do so, she came back crying. "Abang's sorry, Nia. Brother's sorry..."

Akhri's shoulders shook violently, as if it was heavy to accept the condition of his wife. After the eighth chemotherapy, he promised to take his wife to the holy land. But the situation is just the opposite. The condition of Kania is getting worse.

Akhri kissed Nia's cheeks gently, then whispered for her to be strong and re-opened her eyes for her and the children.

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The day changed, Akhri still continued to recite the holy verse of the Qur'an. He woke up one night, reciting verse by verse to his wife. This morning after the dawn prayer, he connected his dhikr and continued to read his mushaf.

But it seems like something happened. Emergency signs are heard, as the line appears to start flat from the heart monitor.

"Oh God..." Akhri panicked, two nurses came in. Check the patient's condition. Along with a doctor. They work together to do the necessary actions.

The doctor approached Akhri, who stood up worriedly and hoped his wife would be fine.

"Sir, we've tried. But the patient's condition is declining. You better approach your father's wife. Accompany him on his way home."

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi roji..." Akhri pecked for a moment to look at the body of the wife who looked stung tight. His chest was rising and falling irregularly. Along with the slow steps of his feet, Akhri shed tears. His lips were pierced and wiped away the tears before approaching his wife's body. Akhri sighed, his hands trembling touching the head that had been pelletos without a single hair. Closed hijab fabric in pairs of important origin covers the head and neck.

"Ni–Nia... Did you hear Brother? Brother loves you. Brother loves you, just like children. But you belong to Allah SWT. Your brother went home first. Forgive Brother, yes.pardon my dear brother." Akhri tried to hold back his tears from his wife's forehead and cheeks. "Nia's coming with you, yeah..."

Akhri tried mentally, even though the wife's eyes were still closed. Right on the third reading, Nia breathed her last breath as a horizontal mark on her heart recorder monitor.

A nurse who was still on Kania's side touched her veins on her arms and neck.

"What time is it?" he asked while the other nurse checked his watch.

"Six o'clock ten minutes." she replied.

"Six and ten minutes later, Kania's patient was pronounced dead."

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi roji..." Akhri muttered as if he could not believe what he heard, his body trying to move away a little from the bed. After leaning his forehead against the wall with his arm. Akhri wept silently letting go of his wife.

"We're sorry, sir." said the doctor. Akhri himself turned to shake the doctor's hand and thanked him.

Outside the cries of Kania's biological mother broke, before finally completely unconscious in the arms of her eldest son. Meanwhile at home, Umm Salma squeezed. He hugged Akhri's youngest child in his arms. Her tears welled up her cheeks, her eyes staring at Akhri's daughter who was playing nearby. While the eldest who peeked behind the door of his grandmother's room also cried suspect something bad must have happened to his Ummi in the hospital.